Your eyes are
me of my eyes and go back after
a wasteland of absent.
Your mouth is running me out of my mouth
and returns with several kisses
dead yet creams, still wanted.
plunge your arms into my arms and ascend back to the
desolation you feel. Desolation
ice, heat
you still my due.
Miguel Hernández
Paco Ladies and LE Aute
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